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He dives in, focusing all his attention on my clit, his fingers thrusting inside me again and again until my body is shaking and I’m moaning. Crying out his name as the orgasm sweeps over me, leaving me a near-sobbing, shaky mess.

There is no hesitation. He rises to his feet, grabs me, and slings me over his shoulder so I’m hanging upside down, my hair almost dragging on the floor, I’m so tall. He carries me with ease to the bedroom while I curse him a hundred different ways, irritated that he would haul me around like this. Secretly impressed, too, because I am a solid girl and he acts like I weigh nothing.

Lord, this man is going to be my undoing.

“Put me down.” I smack his ass because that’s the only thing I can reach, and it’s as hard as rock. I tug at the waistband of his athletic shorts and slip my fingers beneath it to find he’s not wearing anything underneath, and oh my God, my pussy just got wetter.

We enter my bedroom, and he drops me on the bed, ridding himself of his T-shirt and shorts until he’s gloriously naked. “Take off your clothes,” he demands, and I do it, shedding my stretched-out panties and oversize tank in record time. I almost choke myself with the tank when it gets caught around my neck, but he doesn’t notice.

No, he’s too focused on my body and starts at my calves, running his mouth along one leg, then the other. Drops hot little kisses over my knees before moving up to my thighs. Spreading them wide so he can kiss the sensitive skin inside before he settles that mouth once again on my pussy, far too briefly.

I’m breathless. I can’t speak or think as he runs that magical mouth of his all over my body like he’s trying to claim every part of me. Maybe he is. And when he flips me over and I’m on my stomach, his low command sends a fresh spiral of heat through my body.

“On your knees, Freckles.”

I comply, eager to see what he might do. He palms my ass as he kisses the back of my thighs, shifting up until his mouth is on my ass, licking at the underside of one cheek, then the other. Driving me out of my mind with lust because I want his mouth back on my clit.

“Dripping for me.” He runs a finger through my folds, gathering up my juices, and I can hear him lick at his finger. Like he’s savoring my taste, and oh God, I buck against him, wanting more. More, more, more.

He spanks my ass, the sharp sound ringing in my quiet room, and I go still, the pain and shock of it shooting straight to my core. I’ve been craving exactly this sort of treatment, and if I’m being real with myself, I’m up for anything. As long as it’s Gavin doing it to me.

Chapter TwentyGavin

This sexy, dirty woman is going to be the absolute death of me. She liked it when I barged into her apartment like an asshole—I saw it in the look on her beautiful face. The flash of surprise followed immediately by hunger in her dark eyes. And when I shoved her against the door and kissed her? She liked that too. Fucking loved it when I tried to tear her panties off, and when I went on my knees for her—something I never ever fucking do because what woman is worth getting on my knees for?—she about fell apart. All for me.

She’s in this just as deep as I am. Loves this rough, uninhibited moment we’re having as much as I do. The more I push her, the more she seems to enjoy it, and I decide to push her a little harder.

I press my hands against her ass, spreading her cheeks, staring at her tiny little hole. She’s whimpering, her body shaking, and she rears back against my palms, like she wants me to do it.

So I do. I stroke her there, a light brush of my index finger, tracing the ridges. My touch is tentative at first, then firmer. At the same time, I slide two fingers inside her sopping cunt with my other hand, thrusting once. Twice. That’s all it takes. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, and she’s coming. Moaning my name, her entire body shaking with the ferocity of her orgasm, and I keep fucking her pussy with myfingers, riding out that orgasm with her until she’s pulling away from me, her knees giving out as she collapses on the mattress.

“Oh. My. God.” Her voice trembles, and she takes a deep breath. “What did you just do to me?”

“Anybody ever touch you there before?” I drift my fingers across her pale ass cheeks, teasing the line of her crack. Why am I so damn fascinated with her ass?

“N-no.”

I love how rattled she sounds. I did that to her, and it fills me with pride. I’m also thrilled by the fact that her ass is now mine and no one has touched it like that. “This ass belongs to me.”

I give it a light smack, just hard enough to leave a red mark.

A shuddery laugh escapes her, and she buries her face against the mattress. “Gavin, are you serious?”

I rise and push at her shoulder so she’s lying on her back and I can hover above her, my face in hers. “As a fucking heart attack, Sienna.”

She blinks up at me, her lips parting, and I can practically hear the argument she’s about to unleash on me. And I don’t want to deal with it. Before she can say a word, I press my lips to hers in a punishing kiss that turns gentle in a matter of seconds thanks to her. Her lush mouth is persuasive. Delicious. Her hands in my hair, fingernails trailing lightly down the back of my neck, skimming across my shoulders, easing the tension that’s been boiling inside me since I saw her with that asshole. Since the last time I had her naked in my bed, if I’m being honest.

I should apologize for being such a dumbass, but I can’t find my voice. Don’t know the right words to say to her. All I can do is concentrate on kissing her, our tongues lazily sliding against each other. Until my heart slows and my muscles feel warm and languid and her legs are wound around my hips, our bodies perfectly aligned.

“Did you bring a condom?” she whispers against my lips at one point.

“Yeah,” I admit, not about to tell her I shoved three in my pocket before I left my apartment.

She smiles against my lips, infinitely amused at my expense as usual. “Go wash your hands and get that condom on, Gavin. I want to feel you inside of me.”

I fucking growl when she tries to push me off her, but I go anyway, glancing around in confusion because I’ve never been in her bedroom before.

“The bathroom is connected. Right there.” She points at the door, and I rush inside, shutting the door and turning on the light, wincing against the harshness that almost blinds me.

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